From one of several pockets on her cargo pants Caroll Dunham extracted with some difficulty, a scruffy, postcard-sized book. Gold-embossed numbers, 2009, were stamped into its threadbare leather cover. 'Read this,' she said to the woman seated next to her on the flight to Singapore. 'It's beautiful.' She removed a flattering photograph of Aung San Suu Kyi of Myanmar from the centre of the book. The delicate, attractive face was arresting and magnetic, the eyes alert and intelligent. Caroll turned the photograph over and showed the other woman what she wanted her to see, text printed on the back. 'As a mother, the greater sacrifice was giving up my sons, but I was always aware of the fact that others had given up more than me. I never forget that my colleagues who are in prison suffer not only physically, but mentally for their families who have no security outside - in the larger prison of Myanmar under authoritarian rule.' For a moment, the two wom